William Henry Ogilvie

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The Happiest Man In England Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEEEEEEEFGHH IIJJKKHHHHHH

The happiest man in England rose an hour before the dawnA
The stars were in the purple and the dew was on the lawnA
He sang from bed to bathroom he could only sing John Peel'B
He donned his boots and breeches and he buckled on his steelB
He chose his brightest waistcoat and his stock with care he tiedC
Though scarce a soul would see him in his early morning rideC
He hurried to the stable through the dim light of the starsD
And there his good horse waited clicking rings and bridle barsD
The happiest man in England took a grey lock in his handE
And settled in his saddle like a seagull on the sandE
Then from the shadowy kennel all the eager pack outpouredE
And the happiest man in England saw them scatter on the swardE
He trotted through the beeches long before the east was redE
Then he turned across the pasture and he gave the grey his headE
And the hounds swept on beside him in a merry mottled crowdE
And he blew them down the valley with a horn blast good and loudE
The happiest man in England turned down the stony laneF
The heart of him was singing as he heard the hoofs againG
And where the blind ditch narrows and the deep set gorse beginsH
He waved his pack to covert and he cheered them through the whinsH
He heard old Gladstone whimper then Merryman give tongueI
He saw the green gorse shaking as the whole pack checked and swungI
Then through the ditch came creeping a shy cub lithe and leanJ
And nothing but a cocked grey ear betrayed that he was seenJ
But once beyond the brambles and across the heath and clearK
With half a league of open ground and not a whinbush nearK
The happiest man in England blew the freedom of the passH
And two and twenty couple backed his music on the grassH
He holds no brief for slaughter but the cubs must take their chanceH
The weak must first go under that the strong may lead the danceH
And when the grey strides out and shakes the foam flecks from his ringsH
The happiest man in England would not change his place with kingsH

William Henry Ogilvie



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